I lived in the house of sawed off telescopes

I know the smell of what holds families together

I am that good little girl.

I heard everything I was told.

I always got what I wanted, there never were any tears.

I sat tall in the chair.

It’s empty words that tasted bitter.

I broke something then.

I never threw snow at a passing car.

There was a skeleton in my closet.

If you made it talk, I would lie.

I am that good little girl.

I never spoke up in the classroom.

My face solemn with rage

I broke something then.

My bedroom was a jail cell, I felt like a prisoner

I wished someone would come and let me out

I am that good little girl.

The adults used to say they loved me

And then click the door would lock like a pen.

I broke something then.

My heart stopped beating like a ghost in the graveyard.

My brain stopped responding.

I am that good little girl.

I didn’t care about the people.

I left my soul in that place.

I broke something then.

I couldn’t think thoughts on my own

I couldn’t beat you at this game.

I am that good little girl.

I looked in the broken mirror and scratched at the mess.

My mind was a tortured wound.

Now I am only happy alone.